the stone in my stomach
is filled with words i never said
whether out of fear, or anger
or other emotions which grasp my sanity

they remained unspoken
whether for my sake or yours

now they sit in silence
comfortably next to my dinner
keeping me heavy
keeping me down

i should have said everything
that was on my mind
while it was still there
and fresh, alive, and well

it is the little wars that destroy our minds
the words we don't say that haunt us